Yes, this is the second post from my pal Jenn (you can read her first one here). I'm so glad to have her!
And I really enjoyed this post. I thought about what would happen if the world ended on May 21. And my first thought was, "If the world ends tomorrow, the last movie I watched was Gulliver's Travels. Is this how I want to go out?"
But this post is a great wake up call! Be sure to follow Jenn on Twitter so you can be encouraged by her the same way I am!
Rapture (And I Don’t Mean The Song by Blondie)
Last month there was much ado about Harold Camping's prediction about the Rapture. For those of you living under a rock, here's a link to recap.
The unbelievers scoffed. Many believers didn't want to seem judgmental, but were thinking the old guy was nutty, and pitied those who chose to follow him. Though, I think everyone had a moment or two on May 21st when we thought, "Hmmm, what if?"
After the day came and went without people disappearing, Mr. Camping revamped his claim saying that instead of preceding Armageddon, the Rapture will happen the same day that the world will end, October 21st, 2011.
On the home front during this time, things were a little rough. We’ve had a seemingly never-ending cycle of illness since the beginning of April. First, S had pink eye, then Baby R got it, then DH got it. Then I had an ear infection, then Baby R had one. Then Baby R was teething and had a cold, S got strep throat, and my allergies were making me feel terrible. Then on the first of June, Baby R got croup. This has resulted in an abundance of sleepless nights causing grouchiness and impatience in us all. In addition to that my dad had a Pacemaker put in, and my mom’s memory has continued to deteriorate while her paranoia has increased. A large project at work was not going well, and I was feeling incredibly overwhelmed.
How did I deal with all of this? Did I pray? Well, yes, but sort of those desperate pleas of “God, just get the baby to go to sleep!” or a quick “Please bless Dad’s surgery.” Did I read my Bible? Um, no. Did I seek a quiet place to reflect on God’s Word and listen to what His will is for me? I wish I could say yes. Unfortunately, I got bogged down in the mundane details of life and didn’t have time for God.
Can you believe that? I didn’t have time for Him. How can I not have time for God?
All of this hullabaloo about the Rapture was just more background noise to me to a certain extent. In general, when discussions about the end times arise, I simply refer to Mark 13:32 "But about that day or hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father."
But when the 21st came, and my little “What if?” moment happened, it got my attention. God is the one person I need to make time for.
Maybe Mr. Camping is right about October 21. Maybe he’s wrong. It doesn’t really matter; the world could end then, or in another 2,000 years. Or I could get hit by a bus tomorrow. The point is, my time here on earth is finite. And I know God won’t be too wrapped up in the mundane details of, gee, I don’t know, running the universe, to find time for me in this life, or in the next. I certainly need to redirect my energy, and focus on Him. Not tomorrow, after I get one more load of laundry done. Not next week when the kids are feeling better. But today. Now. Because I may not have another minute here to praise Him.